Beautiful and meaningful
Title, ever been given to me.
Spring being, the rebirth
Of all Earth’s things,
And in my view,
The most Poetic of all seasons
Gives me great reasons to rejoice.
To be called ‘Poetic Spring’
Is like owning the secret of love and fire,
Not having much more in life to desire,
Thank you, sir, dear poet and friend,
Kumarmani,
Your words for me and other poets,
Are worth a precious fortune,
In happiness, and kindness
Not in money.
So many things,That don’t come back,All effort gone,In Life itself,As Time slides off,A hidden shelf,And all’s not well,In Fairyland,For those who,In a poem dwell,Thinking that time,Can be pulled back,And will some how,Forget to act.
Can’t hide behind old Rhymes,The once goodness that was taught,The pride, in doing the right thing,In spreading through the World,Liberty’s harmonious ring,That enormous blessing has been destroyedInstead we are told to cultivate, the Void.The Truth is there,The Country layeth bare,In the hands of Incompetence and Hate,Of lies carefully woven and spread by the state,America, you’ve…
As they sway backwards and forward,A recurring melody,So my heart follows the Rhythm,Of my old time memories,And I think of you so softly,And I want to touche your face,And the dreams that are within meFeel your white-loving embrace.Yet reality is different,Far from me you’ll always be,As I gather wilted Lilies,By the frigid-windy Sea.
Of the human Soul,Poetry seems,To say it All.
Deep secrets,The naked SoulLooks no further,And into the armsOf Poetry, unfoldsFinally FindingIts perfect abode.
With all Crystal Balls broken,We have to depend on the Lies,That politicians grow like weeds,All of Them determined to hide the Truth,Not allowing a flowering of its seeds.And as ‘The Masters of our Destiny’Plot their deadly, devil deals and deeds,Behind closed doors, like wild boarsOur Country and our future sadly bleeds.
